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... like a leash he was done wearing. He swung it up, turned for the door. The floor didn’t creak this time; it sighed, like the house itself was tired of him.
Marie’s eyes widened, candlelight catching the surprise in them. "So you’re preparing to die."
"I’ll find a way myself." He cut her off, voice low, edged with steel. Not stomping; just cold, deliberate steps. His heart jackhammered against his ribs, a trapped bird, but his face stayed blank. Unreadable.
Hand on the kno ...
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